"Sometimes, you have to run. Not out of fear, desperation, or even happiness. Monster at your back or no, the feeling builds until you're already doing it, feet bleeding as the horizon gets closer and closer.
And there goes my lover, driving by, one eye on the road and the other with a glint that says 'you know we had a car, right?' Hopefully, she slows down enough so I only feel half stupid."
(Oh, thank Buddha. Somebody finally reamed me out for the silly, nonsensical, and offensive crap I had up. That only took years.)
Horror films, biology, physics, the Singularity, lazy days, water, vegetables, damn good wine, driving, sleeping strange hours, showers, interior design, computers, cheesy romances, getting really angry when I stub my toe, long nights, books, books, books, history, fashion, Manhattan, Classical Greek Cynicism, Catalina Island, zombies, science debates, sex and knowledge, weird food, equal rights, subtle glances, philosophical conflict, the list goes on. I wear suits... a lot.
I hate animals. No, really. Never been a fan. Own a horse ranch and rescue horses... and dogs... and a cat... and birds... turtles... look, animals piss me off. But, that's no excuse to treat them poorly. I take the same approach to other people, as well.
Travel-wise, I've been to every state on the East and West Coast except Maine, and every Western European country except Italy. I loathe Paris, which a lot of women make a face at; Paris sucks for American men, you must understand. Beautiful city, been there three times... people? Awful. I much prefer London or Spain, especially Toledo or Valencia. In the US, New York is fantastic, but I also have a deep love for the mountains in western North Carolina. Ask me about them, sometime.
As far as humor goes, I laugh at almost anything. Exceedingly dry sarcasm is at max, but, you know... sometimes a six year old with paint on their face can make me chuckle all day. My Briggs profile says I am an INTJ, but also says a lot of crap that isn't true and too broad to be of any use. There is a joke in there, for anyone paying attention.
It's official. The personality questions are crap. I'm an INTJ with no socialization problems, but according to these goons I'm extroverted? Alrighty, then.
Beneath my "I love Jesus" skin is a tattooed degenerate with a dark personality and a cynical disposition, always looking for a chance to cause subtle mayhem to the system. Which system? Not sure. It's 90% plotting, 9% execution, and 1% anarchy. But, seriously: my looks are purposely deceiving. I'm a pacifist with a mean streak, never afraid to lift someone up by the throat or defend my person; I abhor fighting, and having to see or be a part of violence depresses me to no end.
"Are you shitting me, Elsa?"
Quick note: I'm a grammar warlord. Write well, please.
Epilogue-ish - Ladies, here's the thing: I've seen a lot. My life has been a veritable tapestry of crushing defeats and sunrises in weird places. I dunno, mildly excite me with something other than bungie jumping or sky diving. Tell me to shut up and get on the plane, 'cus we got places to go (metaphorically or literally).